The flight

Gatwick was fine. I had printed my receipt not my voucher for entrance to the execuative lounge, so I had to arm-wrestle the receptionist to let me in. But let me in she did. Fine if you like pretzels and beer, which I do, but really what I wanted was to sleep, so I can adjust myself to US time.

I'm not a great fan of air travel, and doubt I will be in the near future. We had to wait for three hours on the taxiway until the throwers could re-jiggle the baggage because the plane was unbalanced. So an eight hour flight took eleven hours instead, which isn't so bad but you can see why people get impatient about this sort of thing.

The only thing I was nervous about really was jetlag. Apparently it can really effect you, hence trying to get running on NC time before leaving. The cabin crew really helped get my body in the correct rhythms by serving beef and potatoes at 11 am and a mini pizza with half a dozen grapes and four molecules of shortbread at three in the afternoon.
I'll assume thats standard American dining.

I ate my grapefruit on board, because there was a big sign about how dangerous it is to bring fruit into the country. Oddly, you are allowed to bring in fried food.